Doomsday Wonderland

As I expected, this chapter is very special, please sleep well... Who knows when it will be finished!

"What’s wrong with you?"

Killing Hotel seemed to notice Lin Sanjiu's absent-mindedness, and asked back.

Just now, before the inflated giant could make a move, they sneaked into the dungeons scattered in twos and threes earlier, and walked out along the crowd. After a while, they left Youhu Park far behind. If you look back at this moment, there is only a small palm-sized forest on the horizon. It seems that someone wants to draw a park on the khaki canvas, and stops painting at a corner.

"Is it because you didn't find a friend?" The Killing Hotel said, "Go out and hand in another one."

Lin Sanjiu shook her head, she simply didn't know where to start, so that a dungeon could realize the meaning of friends and partners to her—that was probably an impossible task. Even if the copy creature still retains some of its humanity, the copy itself is extremely difficult to empathize with humans.

She is like a ghost now, her feet don't touch the ground with every step, she is trapped in someone's dream at a loss, and she can't get out no matter how hard she pounces.

She obviously fell down with him, and she obviously followed the clues to find him. Why can't she find the person she should be able to find?

This line is broken, and there is a vast world, where should she go next?

"No...I'm not thinking about him." Lin Sanjiu whispered, "I'm very disturbed now..."

Even if the removal of the puppeteer is not mentioned, her troubles and troubles are gradually increasing at the moment. "When we walked out among the crowd just now... I saw another acquaintance."

"Who is it?"

"I have no idea."

Lin Sanjiu said in a daze: "The shadow of that person flashed out of the corner of my eye, and when I looked back, I found that no one had just left nearby, but those walking beside me were all copies I didn't recognize. "

This is already the second time; in her mind, she listed all the dungeons she had encountered one by one, and compared them with the shadows in the corner of her eye, she felt nothing like them.

"Maybe it's the copy you participated in in the Karma Museum?" Killing Hotel said, "There is only a copy of the Karma Museum in this space. I don't know about other doomsday worlds, and I haven't seen them. Sometimes I even suspect that it is There aren't really other worlds."

…to have this illusion is an enviable luxury.

"Of course." After sighing for a while, Lin Sanjiu finally found a glimmer of light in the emptiness of the world, and said, "We may not have to rush to die in various doomsday worlds soon."

The Killing Hotel doesn't seem to care much about the transmission of humans, and she didn't mention the vaccine, and continued: "There are only three copies I have participated in in the Karma Museum. Meeting an old friend in a foreign land, a lucky wanderer's lottery point, confusing everyone Palace. I even thought about the simulated copy I participated in in the Great Palace of Bewilderment, and it didn't feel like..."

Kill Hotel shrugged. "No matter who it is, or whether you are overthinking, at least one thing, that person must not be following up now."

This is probably true.

After walking along the dungeons for a while, the two of them saw that they were far enough away from Youhu Park, so they turned to the west—because the Killing Hotel said, "There is no one in the west, because it corresponds to the Karma Museum. There just so happens to be no copy on that piece of land.”

Sure enough, as he said, the farther west you go, the more sparse the shadows of the dungeon, and you can't see anyone for a while; at this moment, there is only an empty flat terrain, stretching far away, undisturbed by any footsteps.

Lin Sanjiu nodded, and after a few seconds, a thought pierced through her heavy melancholy and floated clearly.

"You mean... this space corresponds to the Karma Museum? There is no copy there, and there is no place here?" When Killing Hotel answered yes, she was even more confused: "But aren't you free to move around here? ?”

"We can only go where there is a copy."

The Killing Hotel explained, "This range is tens to hundreds of kilometers in radius... For example, from our current location, I know that there is a corresponding Karma Museum a few kilometers to the southeast. A copy, so we can also go from here to the southeast several kilometers away. Each copy is like a point, and if we draw a circle with it as the center, we can only enter from one circle to another circle, and the middle cannot It exists out of the circle."

Lin Sanjiu stared blankly at the direction he was pointing at, and then at the increasingly empty land to the west. "There is no copy in the west?"

"Yes, it corresponds to a large piece of land in the Karma Museum without copies, so in this space, copies can't go through, just like our restricted area. If I go all the way to the west, I can't walk halfway. Moving forward, but it doesn't matter, the place where no copy can go in is your safest hiding place."

It was safe for a while, but it was not a solution—she had to get out if she wanted to find someone.

Killing Hotel was talking, lowered his head, and wiped the tip of his nose. "We are indeed more advanced than you, but we are only high-level tools that exist to devour low-level creatures. Tools, there is no such thing as freedom."

Even in the space created by the dungeons themselves, the chains that bind them are only loosened a bit.

"I've seen a dungeon that can move around freely," Lin Sanjiu said half-persuading, half-comfortingly, "That guy can do it, maybe you guys have a chance too?"

The Killing Hotel was not surprised, and just waved his hand: "If you can move around freely, other aspects will be restricted."

Lin Sanjiu thought about it and changed the subject. "I see... That's why you gathered at that location when you held a symposium?"

"You think fast," Killing Hotel praised her, "Yes, that location is very special, according to our geographical distribution in the doomsday world, that location happens to be the intersection point where most copies can reach. We have to be close enough to use copy channels to communicate and have symposiums."

Hearing this, Lin Sanjiu couldn't help raising her head to take a closer look at the sky like a map of a planet; now that she was reminded, she realized that the map had more land and less ocean.

The two discussed a few more words while walking: For example, when the Slaughter Hotel was unable to walk, it happened to be a "marker point", which direction Lin Sanjiu needed to continue walking in order to get out of the "marker point" field of vision; When she is temporarily avoiding the limelight, how should the Killing Hotel inquire about the situation and so on.

"I know so little," she sighed abruptly, slipping the words almost subconsciously.

Lin Sanjiu is very clear that a drama is currently being staged on the stage formed by this space. From the moment she and the puppeteer fell off, the scene turned its gears and moved forward slowly; but the curtain on the stage has not yet opened to her.

All the efforts she has made in the auditorium are only barely provoking a corner of the curtain. She is watching the actors' footsteps, skirts and hair and a few words, trying to use them to restore the content of the whole play .

"Why did you set a trap for me in the tour of the lake?" She murmured, "How did he know that I was following him all the way? What if I didn't go to the town at all? Also, how did he know that I was looking for a puppet? Teacher? What good is it if you catch me? If you want to ask questions, you won’t be able to finish them.”

The Killing Hotel turned to look at where they came from. "The question doesn't matter, as long as you get out, it doesn't matter if you don't have an answer."

"But I have a vague feeling that if I don't figure everything out, I'm afraid I won't be able to find my friend."

Lin Sanjiu wiped his face, feeling a strange and strong tiredness. The content of active ingredients in her so-called "evolved body" at this time is incomparable to before. After experiencing so many accidents and adventures, she is naturally tired for a long time.

After a pause, the Killing Hotel turned around again.

"What's wrong?" Lin Sanjiu also turned his head to look.

Behind him was still a land that was so quiet that it was almost solidified.

"It seems that a copy is following us," Killing Hotel said with a frown, "but I can't tell."

"Can't tell? Why?" Lin Sanjiu stopped, thinking about his toes, craned his neck, tried his best, but still couldn't see anything.

"If there is a copy in the back, then its existence weight is too light, even lighter than yours." Killing Hotel murmured, "The 'character' we transformed itself is also formed by the energy of the copy. So we can feel each other's 'presence'."

"Maybe a dungeon intentionally—"

"No, although we can adjust the shape of the 'character', the 'weight of existence' is equivalent to... equivalent to density. This is innate, the weight should be as heavy as it is, it doesn't matter if it becomes a needle, it won't It made me feel so confused." Killing Hotel shook his head and said, "I should have made a mistake. Strange, today's unexplainable strange things happened one after another..."

No matter how much Lin Sanjiu already knows, she can always find that there are more things in this space that she doesn't know.

Words such as "heavy weight" and "very light" somehow got stuck in her thoughts, like a mouse that was accidentally trapped, bumping back and forth a few times.

The Killing Hotel had already gone a few steps, turned around and looked at her blankly.

"Why don't you leave?"

Lin Sanjiu opened his mouth, turned around and looked at the direction he was looking at, and then looked at the Killing Hotel. She was trying to catch that slippery, side-to-side thought like a fish—and when she finally got it together, she grabbed Kill Hotel by the arm.

However, things in the world are sometimes so coincidental.

Her words had already taken shape, and when they were about to roll out from the tip of her tongue, suddenly there was a figure on the ground in front of the two of them.

Both of them fell silent for a moment. The figure was very fast; they stared at the figure from the size of the fingernails, gradually elongated and enlarged, and the face clearly appeared in their field of vision—it was a man they had never seen before, of medium height, Thin and white, it seems that he is just passing by.

Killing Hotel and Lin Sanjiu both paused for a few seconds, neither spoke nor moved.

When the man was only a hundred meters away from them, the Killing Hotel suddenly trembled.

Lin Sanjiu also understood.

That's the way it is, no wonder...

Wait, that means she's in danger now?

Almost as soon as her idea was formed, the Killing Hotel just raised her hand, and that dilapidated motel suddenly appeared from the sky and the earth.

"You are in danger," his face was a little pale, and he seemed to have the next half of a sentence, but he had no time to say it—because when he saw the motel, the man suddenly lowered his waist and rushed towards them at a high speed, or rather, towards them. Lin Sanjiu rushed over.

Killing Hotel had only said four words, and the face of a man he had never seen before was about to fall on his shoulders.

Before she had time to say anything, Lin Sanjiu suddenly jumped to the side and rolled into the parking lot of the Sunset Hotel; she only felt something suddenly bumped behind her, but she didn't make a sound, instead, she twisted quickly ——The sound of the killing hotel sounded from all directions, and it no longer sounded like a human being, but like a real copy.

"Don't be silly, get out of here!"

Lin Sanjiu hurriedly jumped up from the ground, retreated a few steps to the red drink vending machine on the first floor of the hotel, and stared at the two figures outside the parking lot.

The back of the Slaughter Hotel stood in front of him, the man looked over his shoulder, and was staring at Lin Sanjiu under the hotel, as if the child hole was about to burn—a human being who could be caught by just a few inches, but in such a place In the nick of time, he hid in another copy.

"I was careless,"

Lin Sanjiu looked at the man, and murmured, "You really fooled everyone with this trick, Youhu Park."